My heart's thudding louder as I wait, searching his sultry eyes for a response. When none comes, my heart sinks. His stoic face remains unchanged. Rejection hits me. My nose prickles as I quickly cast my eyes downward, and begin to shift off his lap.
But in an instant, his arm encircles my waist, holding me firmly against him as his lips smacks into mine hungrily. An involuntary moan escapes me, the electrifying surge of passion coursing through my body too powerful to contain. He repositions me on the sofa, pressing himself against me as our lips continue their fervent dance.
I feel his hardness, so I draw him even closer, my hand threading through his thick black hair while my legs wrap around him. He nips at my neck, sending shivers down my spine as I hurriedly unbutton and unzip his pants. With a swift motion, he pulls down my dress, exposing my breasts, and his lips envelop my nipple, sucking fervently. I moan beneath him, a symphony of desire and longing, as he pushes up my dress and slides down my thong.
The door flings open, and a jolt of sanity pierces through me like a bolt of lightning. Through the narrow slit in the tabletop, I see Jimmy. His eyes scan the room, searching for us, though the table blocks his view of us laying on the black leather sofa.
My handsome stranger is in the mist of pulling out his hardness and aiming it toward my eager wetness. I gently nudge him, and when he doesn't react, too consumed by his passion, I push his chest harder, urging him to snap back to reality. He props his upper half up to be seen above the table. His gaze shifts to the door, and Jimmy hastily retreats with the bill still in hand, closing the door behind him. My heart pounds wildly in my chest, and I bite my lip, struggling to rein in the whirlwind of emotions threatening to consume me. I can't help but steal one last lingering look at his striking profile.
With a tender, bittersweet kiss on his cheek, I mutter my heartfelt farewell, "Happy New Year, my handsome hero."
My voice trembles, betraying the storm of emotions swirling within me. Without allowing myself another moment's hesitation, I slip out from under him and stride toward the door. Adjusting my dress, I dare not look back, for the magnetic pull of his presence threatens to shatter my resolve, leaving me powerless to ever let him go.
Jimmy rushes after me. "You're special, Ace. Four years here, he's never booked a girl for himself—only for business clients. He'll be here tonight. It's not your night but do you want to come in?"
His question is laden with possibility. I remember my thin thong lying carelessly on the sofa after he took it off. I cast a longing glance back at the door, the "DO NOT ENTER" sign a stark reminder of the bittersweet moment I have just left behind. A pang of regret tugs at my heart, threatening to drown me in a sea of longing and uncertainty.
"I doubt he'd request me," I murmur, trying to mask the fragile hope that flutters within me. "But thank you, Jimmy. Good night!"
With that, I hurry into the sunlight, leaving behind the shadows of the club and the magnetic pull of the enigmatic man who has captivated my heart.
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The penthouse at The Grand LA is sealed in darkness, the city far below. Mohamad sits alone, staring at his phone. 8:00 a.m.
The thong rests in his hand. He waits for his pulse to steady. For the agitation to fade.
It doesn't.
Her scent still lingers.
He inhales once—controlled, deliberate—but his jaw tightens.
Who is she?
The question repeats, but it isn't what unsettles him.
It's that she can.
He has never lacked control. Not over his body. Not over desire.
He has tested that—thoroughly.
Sixteen women in the past twenty-four hours.
Still—his gaze shifts to the California king bed, where four naked women sleep, undisturbed.
Nothing.
No interest. No satisfaction.
Only her.
His grip tightens slightly around the silk.
Why?
Mohamad doesn't like mysteries. Especially when they involve women.
He calls Jason.
"I need everything on a hostess at Akira Lounge."
"Akira Lounge? What happened? What did she do? Is she related to—"
"She was in my room. Find everything."
He ends the call. Next time, she doesn't walk away.